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My trashcan poetry to the memories I have of her
I dance like a moth to the flame
knowing in the end I'll only get burned
love like the end of the flickering candle
draws me in
burning memories burn slow
killing me even slower
~ D D ~
From The Spirit
Continuously fueled
memories burn seemingly
with no wick, no paraffin,
no fire.
.
As a memory, without
interpretation possibilities,
love has flame sans heat,
sans anything real
except recollection.
.
Real as touch, moist
as a once vibrant river
flowing out to meet
the ocean, skin as sustenance
burns, inextinguishably.
.
Lady A
05-16-1
1143p
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